Chelsie All the Way

"Hey babe, can you add some lotion to my lower back?" Chelsie asked Douglas, handing him the suntan oil. Her belly was ripe and large, swollen with G-Dawg's baby. Douglas walked over, clad only in his chastity cage, obligingly rubbing the oil all over her back.

"Don't be stingy," Chelsie fussed. She purred as Douglas applied it to her ass globes, knowing it'd make his cock stir. Especially as his hands went over the only thing marring her tanned flesh -- signs of her allegiance. Black power, Africa, the Queen of Spades. All things they worshipped and admired and adhered too, in a playful fashion. Douglas was all hers, and he merely had to share her with a jealous audience and G-Dawg. Not a bad fate, all things considered, they both knew.